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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Blitz Tour Waiting for Prince Harry By Aven Ellis

WAITING FOR PRINCE HARRY

Author: Aven Ellis

Genre: Humorous Contemporary RomanceStandalone Novel

Publisher: Soul Mate

~ SYNOPSIS ~

Twenty-four-year-old Kylie Reed has always been a rule follower. Organized and cautious to a fault, her dreams for life are often filed away for future use—when she has a house, when she meets her future husband, when she has been at her visual display job at a chic Dallas boutique longer...Kylie always has a reason for living her life in the future, not in the present, and not living her life to the fullest and reaching her dream of becoming a fashion designer. The only exception to rules, of course, would be running away with Prince Harry—Kylie’s ideal man. A hot, fun ginger boy would be worth breaking all the rules for, of course. And Kylie is sure Harry just needs the right, centering woman to settle him down. But living in Dallas and not knowing Prince Harry make this a non-option.Or does it?Because when Kylie accidentally falls into the lap of a gorgeous ginger boy—yes, even more gorgeous than the real Prince Harry—all bets are off. Could this stranger be the one to show Kylie how to take a chance, to face her fears, and live in the present? And could this stranger be the Prince Harry she has been waiting for? Kylie’s life takes some unexpected twists and turns thanks to this chance encounter, and she knows her life will never be the same because of it...

After we finish dessert, Harrison extends his hand to me. A
million butterflies take off in my stomach as I know we’re approaching a
different point in the evening now. I give him my hand and he wraps his large
hand around mine, squeezing it tightly in his.

I don’t even trust myself to remember to breathe the second he
touches me. He leads me to the living room. Harrison sits down on the couch and
pulls me down into his lap.

“This,” Harrison says quietly, “is what I’ve wanted to do all
night.”

Now his fingertips are trailing up and down my arm, just barely
touching it, in a feather-like graze.

“Is that so?” I whisper back, barely functioning now that I feel
his skin against mine.

“Kylie, do you remember how I said I didn’t want our first kiss
to be what it was?” Harrison whispers.

“I do, but I didn’t mind that.”

Harrison laughs softly. “I know you didn’t. But it’s not how I
wanted that moment to be.”

I swallow hard. “How did you want the moment to be?”

Harrison stares at me. He lightly runs his fingers up my arm,
across my shoulder, and gliding them up my neck to my cheek, stroking my face
again and making every nerve I have jump with desire.

“Gentle,” he whispers. “Like you.”

Harrison slides his hand to the back of my head, cradling it as
he moves my face closer to his.

“You have the most beautiful eyes,” Harrison whispers, staring
deeply at me. “I see everything I want to see when I look into them.”

I’m melting from the way he’s looking at me, the way he’s
talking to me, the way he’s touching me. Harrison’s caressing the nape of my
neck now. I lift my hands and wind them around the back of his neck, and I
finally touch his ginger curls. They feel like silk against my fingertips, and
my nerves jump again in response.